May 9
The rush of activity,
Slick and smooth as oil.
The musical of the kitchen,
A symphony of flour and fondant.
An evergrowing descent,
Into the conventional and the unconventional.
Tasting, trying, baking, buying.
Food, the language of love.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
